Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 395 An Yan’s Wicked Taste

Chapter 395: Chapter 395 An Yan’s Wicked Taste

The last three words were indeed ambiguous.

First, it meant to honestly go to bed and sleep.

Second, it was an invitation to get into bed and do something naughty.

Fu Shiyan obviously preferred the second meaning, but clearly, the amnesiac An Yan meant the first.

He was about to speak when he heard An Yan say, "Although we are now husband and wife, I ultimately have no memory of you. To me, you are like a stranger."

She tilted her chin up, "Go sleep on the sofa."

Fu Shiyan opened his mouth, but could only say okay.

He turned off the light, and An Yan snuggled into the covers, not feeling sleepy at all since she had slept so much in the hospital.

Her dark pupils gazed at the man curled up on the sofa, and the corners of her lips slightly lifted.

Her hand rested on her lower abdomen in the covers; she was pregnant again.

After so many trials, this baby had still stubbornly stayed, and she was thankful for the heavens’ generosity toward her.

She hadn’t lost her memory; she hadn’t forgotten anything that happened before she closed her eyes last time.

Especially Ruan Qingqing’s betrayal.

People who you think won’t betray you are exactly the ones who take advantage of that belief.

She had figured out that Ruan Qingqing’s twisted psyche stemmed from her coveting things that didn’t belong to her, wanting to claim them as her own.

Ruan Qingqing had been harboring thoughts of getting rid of her for a long time; her plans were meticulous, always able to shift the blame onto others, from the private stalker to collaborating with Su Manxi.

In the end, An Yan had given her genuine heart and trust to the wrong person; the original life-saving grace had also been cleared with that knife and stone strike.

However, the matter of kidnapping the little ones wouldn’t just end like this; she wouldn’t offset Ruan Qingqing’s prior rescue with her subsequent actions.

After all, everyone had to pay for their own actions.

As for why she pretended to have amnesia, that was just An Yan’s wicked taste.

After all, it was quite interesting and thrilling to watch someone disguising themselves with a mask in front of her, always worrying about when she would regain her memory, right?

Who knows when she couldn’t restrain herself and would reveal her fangs, catching them red-handed?

Although this was somewhat unfair to those around her, if she didn’t deceive the whole world, how could she have deceived Ruan Qingqing?

Such a hidden shrew was indeed very formidable, best at discerning thoughts and watching emotions.

Since she wanted to play this game, then everyone should bear a bit more.

In the darkness of the night, An Yan looked at the man not far away and silently said in her heart, "Ayan, I miss you so much."

And lying on the sofa, Fu Shiyan was also wide awake; he watched the person in bed, his heart exceptionally stirred.

He lifted the covers, tiptoed over, squatted by the bed, and reached out to test her breathing.

He softly called her, "Yanyan, are you asleep?"

The person on the bed didn’t respond.

He whispered, "You’re pregnant now, I’m afraid you’ll fall off the bed. Let me sleep with you instead. This is for your good, for the baby’s good."

He crawled into the covers, wrapped his arms around her, and gently kissed her forehead.

This past month, Fu Shiyan had been staying at the hospital, hardly sleeping well.

Tonight, holding her in his arms felt exceptionally reassuring, and he soon fell asleep.

An Yan opened her eyes, recalling his clumsy excuse, and smiled with pursed lips.

She lifted her small face and gently kissed his lips, softly saying, "I love you."

Fu Shiyan muttered in response, "I love you too, baby."

An Yan was startled, but the man did not wake up; his words were subconscious.

She found Fu Shiyan to be such an adorable old man.

Hmm, she wondered how he would react if she evaluated him like this in the future.

An Yan found a comfortable position and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, the news of An Yan waking up was conveyed to Su Yue by Fu Jinqiao.

Su Yue was so excited she burst into tears, hugging Si Heng and Mianmian as snot bubbled up.

To comfort Su Yue, Si Mian handed her his lollipop, "Here, this is Mianmian’s favorite lollipop, let Mommy eat it so she will stop crying."

Su Yue took a tissue from Si Heng and blew her nose, "I want to go see Baby Yan."

Si Mian raised his chubby little hand, "Mianmian wants to go see Grandma Baby Yan too!"

Su Yue tapped the tip of Mianmian’s little nose, "You really have no shame!"

Si Mian jumped off the couch and ran to choose a little dress, muttering, "Yanyan brother likes Mianmian in pink dresses the most, Mianmian should dress pretty!"

Su Yue wiped her tears and walked while making a phone call, "Qingqing!"

Ruan Qingqing had just gotten up and was eating breakfast, "Happy New Year! Why are you so happy?"

Su Yue put her phone on the washstand and washed her face, "Qingqing, Baby Yan woke up! I’m going to see her later! You should come too!"

Ruan Qingqing’s chopsticks clattered onto the table; her whole body seemed frozen, and her breathing became rapid.

"Qingqing? Qingqing?" Su Yue turned off the faucet, grabbed a towel, and wiped her face, laughing, "Qingqing, are you so happy you’re dumbstruck?"

Ruan Qingqing felt like she was being dragged to the bottom of a lake, unable to swim back to the shore no matter how hard she tried.

It seemed like Mu Anyan was watching her from above the water, watching her drown in the lake.

Su Yue’s calls pulled her back to the present.

Ruan Qingqing managed a faint laugh, "An Yan woke up, when did it happen?"

"Last night."

"Last night? Why did you only tell us now? Did An Yan call you?"

"It might have been too late last night. Jinqiao called me this morning. Are you free today? Let’s go to Mu Family manor together?"

Ruan Qingqing hummed in response, "Okay. I’ll get ready and head out."

After hanging up, she sat there, lost in thought.

She was too scared to meet Mu Anyan.

How was she going to explain that she had stabbed Mu Anyan?

Could she say Mu Anyan was hallucinating and it was actually Su Manxi who did the stabbing?

It seemed that today Mu Anyan wanted to expose her lies.

Ruan Qingqing remembered how Mu Anyan had cruelly slashed Su Manxi’s face and severed her tendons.

An Yan might treat her the same way.

What was destined to come would always come; she just hadn’t expected it so soon.

Ruan Qingqing took a deep breath, lost her appetite, and quickly got ready. She put on her favorite beige cashmere coat and left the house.

When Ruan Qingqing arrived, Su Yue and her family were already there.

Su Yue was holding An Yan and crying uncontrollably; no one could console her.

"Baby Yan, how can you not remember me? I’m your dear best friend!"

An Yan gently patted her back, "I’m really sorry, I don’t remember anything."

Su Yue, with tears in her eyes, said, "No worries, just remember that I’m your best friend!"

Ruan Qingqing felt a surge of joy—she hadn’t expected Mu Anyan to have amnesia.

It was as if heaven was helping her!

She approached, her eyes wet. "An Yan, I’m so glad to see you awake."

An Yan looked at her sad expression and the corners of her lips lifted slightly, "Ruan Qingqing."

Ruan Qingqing felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Did Mu Anyan remember her?